This blog is entirely a dedication to all those beautiful people to whom words are more than just words…stories are more than just pass times…and poems are more than just recitals…it is to all those who channel all their love, passion and emotion into musings and poems through these wondrous powerful inspiring tool called words…. To all those who are ready to fall in love with words , emotions and life in its entirety..!
Do you know what I feel? I think you need a tragedy Yeh To fill the gap Build a bridge Between Who you are And Who you want to be Maybe it’s sadistic…? Wanting to inflict pain When you have no reason to Moaning with self pity When there’s no despair too . The world is your oyster I hear The one with the pearl or without? I ask Because you see The details matter Not all oysters have pearls And not everyone has goals That are achieved ideally What if my oyster lacks it? The pearl.. . Did you know? A happy oyster doesn’t get a pearl While a traumatized oyster Gets one I swear True story So now you see.. Why I am a sadist? Well no, I am not Not really But hey Getting a pearl Is cool, right ? Don’t you want one? I would . . . But you know what Just.. Blow up your sorrow Like ×10 times But get over it Like in 2x Make your pearl Because hey Miseries are personal That’s your fair share Why would you want to compare? Your pearl It’s waiting just there…
I wish I could tell you exactly how I feel Articulate my emotions in metaphors and rhymes Carrying coverted messages of the mundane world I wish I could tell you That my definition of life has been twisted Yours and mine. For day and night are just a blur As time dissolves and I could see it circle down the dirty drain Round and round and round and round Does it make sense anymore?
Fear of infected breaths News of sudden deaths Every day, every minute Our surrounding is tense Yet we drag on.. Nonetheless
I can’t tell you how I feel I need not tell you how I feel Because You know how I feel When our country men collapse And our world is in an impasse..
Cool air blows Tickling my hair neatly tucked safe and away behind my poor little ear The same ear that just a winter ago heard the pitfalls of liberation: being free and flying in the air was termed unruly I guess Unruly and jolly have an uncanny similarity in more than just the rhyme
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The wind tickles still As if teasing me Tugging me away from this folly I chose to embrace Folly, no doubt Why else would I Walk into the ocean and refuse to swim Hating the suffocating waves Blaming them…. Yet ironically admiring, The breathtaking beauty of the waves Like a pouncing lion That grace!
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I can’t see anymore My eyes are blurred Don’t blame me I told you There’s salt water everywhere On my face and my scars Searing my eyes Burning my wounds
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I did it again Didn’t I? Blame. I am still in the same waters Ain’t I?
Snow White, the Albino exhibit of the Big Bang Circus Night.She swirls, she swings, she whorls and she rolls, the flexible and amazing, yet the belittled and defamed white girl, for the evening. Speakers blare and lights blaze as she swings into the only world she’s ever known, the world of ropes and strings. Taunts arise, giggles come out, abuses roll out, nothing knew to her, the shockingly white Acrobat swinging her way across in a dark world. Rotten tomatoes are thrown that she dodges. Mocks and yells are strewn, that she digests. This 18 year old pattern witnesses an alter, as a drunk brunette shouts “The unlucky witch” and throws her knife at this pale figure swinging midair. A split second as the rope is cut, a gasp as she misses her swing and floats. The end is near and it whispers in her ear, fear for a moment but she closes her eyes and smiles. For now, her only wish shall come true. Not a wish for death, but for colour. A wish that shall colour her in a blood red as she hits the earth. A wish that shall bring her alive in her death!
Idea courtesy : @aarthi_ss thank you girl! Image courtesy: google
We broke up Did you know? Oh please I am at peace I guess So Dont be sorry I am fine We are fine We have to let go Learn to ignore Right? It makes sense With recent events Right? We might reconcile In a while Right? Why won’t you reply? Oh because.. They sound rhetorical My questions? Sorry Its just my hysteria talking A true brat that one Anyway
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Are you wondering ? Why who how? I know Everyone does Star-crossed lovers Are a thing Right?
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Can’t tell you though You ll judge me If you see him Across the street Always surrounded By girls and guys You ll tease me If I tell you His everyday plight Wages every night Not a toiler But a darling His smile His body
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I dont want to talk about him It reminds me of his smell His taste On my lips
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Dont Remind Me Ok?
I still miss him With his cute little stall And merry twinkling eyes 6 for 15 Happiness umpteen Looking handsome Even in ugly hands My guy !
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Just a minute You know who I am talking about Right? Not the pani puri guy Duh! No Ofcourse not My man Is the golgappa Himself ! Anyway Hes the cuter one My saviour under the sun! Oh I meant savory Yeh,that’s the one
P.s Dont mind me Its just the lockdown messing with me and my cravings Also its just the image messing you with me and my poems